“Just you. Deep as you can go.”
Yes, ma’am. Pulling out slightly, I snap my hips forward and drive deep, and oh fuck. She feels so damn good like this, my dick buried deep inside her hot, wet pussy. I continue thrusting in and out, burying myself deep. She looks incredible like this. I continue my rhythm, but then I need more. And I think she does, too.
“Switch,” I whisper, pulling her to me. My hands are under her ass, her legs still wrapped around me as I’m still buried inside her. Standing up, I sit down on the bed, my feet flat on the floor. I thrust up into her and she shudders in my arms. Like this, I’m even deeper inside her than I was before. And it feels amazing. “Mmm, Layla. I’m so deep.”
“I—”
“Lean back.”
She does, opening a space ever so tiny between our bodies. And I take full advantage. Finding her clit, I surround it with two fingers and move them together, slightly pinching the swollen bud.
“Ga—” she starts to say when her climax slams into her, pushing her over the edge. Her hot pussy strangles my length and I rub her clit, prolonging her pleasure. Eventually, her orgasm starts to subside and I give one final thrust, following her over the pinnacle, spurting violently into the condom. My dick twitches a few more times, then I’m spent, the condom full of my cum.
We sit still, neither one of us moving. We’re both wrung out from our explosive climaxes. Giving her a gentle kiss, I move her off my lap and lay her on the bed. “Condom,” I murmur, heading into the bathroom. Making quick work of cleaning myself up, I prepare a warm cloth for Layla.
“Come here,” I murmur, lightly stroking her hip with the tips of my fingers. She turns over. “Let me.”
She hesitates, then spreads her legs. I clean up between her legs and wipe away the slickness from her thighs. Not giving a fuck, I toss the cloth onto the floor and climb into bed. Snuggling her into my arms, I spoon her and fall asleep, a smile on my face.
Layla
I wake up the next morning feeling deliciously sore in the best of places. A small smile plays at my lips as I look at Gabe, who’s still sleeping peacefully beside me. His long, dark lashes lay against his prominent cheekbones, his nakedness only covered by the sheet that’s somehow managed to creep down, right above his glorious dick that made me come so many times last night. I’ll give the man props; he knows his way around the female O.
Glancing wistfully one last time at the magnificent specimen of a man before me, tattoos and all, I quietly get out of bed, being careful to not wake him. I would love nothing else than to have the man between my thighs again, buried deep inside me, making me moan in pleasure. But I have an early flight to catch back to Chicago. Quickly as possible, I gather my clothes and get dressed. I loved everything about last night. Not only was the sex explosive, we connected on a deeper level. And that’s rare. Usually, I hit it and quit it, then go on my merry way. But something tells me that this (whatever “this” was) wasn’t like that. Impulsively, I write a quick note explaining why I left and leave Gabe my number. Normally, I wouldn’t leave my number. But my intuition says Gabe and I aren’t done. I head back to my hotel room. I have a flight to catch.
Gabe
The next morning, I wake up and stretch, my morning wood at full mast, a smile on my face. Last night was… nothing short of amazing. Reaching over, I go to pull Layla into my arms for a repeat and all I encounter is thin air and cool sheets. She’s gone. She just up and left? Without saying goodbye? Wow. I feel a bit used. Then, my eye catches a piece of paper that’s folded up and sitting on the desk. Getting out of bed, still naked and aroused, I pad over to the slip of paper.
Gabe,
I had an amazing night. I hated to leave you this morning, but I had to catch an early flight back to Chicago. Here’s my number if you ever want to meet up.
-Layla
Well, damn. I would’ve loved another round with her. Snatching up the note, I add her number to my phone contacts. And for good measure, I tuck away her note in my wallet. I’m still extremely happy that I was lucky enough to spend the night with such an amazing woman. Whistling softly to myself, I get cleaned up and head to the gym. I’m sure some of the guys are already there. It wouldn’t hurt for me to spend some time with them off the field.
CHAPTER 5
LAYLA
CHICAGO, IL
Welcome back! Another biz sold, baby! Cha-ching!” Cora sing-songs, right as I walk into my office at LC Holdings, the company we started together so many years ago. Cora has been my BFF/business partner since the beginning. We’re tight and nothing comes between us. Not even men.
“Cha-ching!” I echo, happy that I sealed the deal. Ahem. For the sale of one of my businesses. But also for sealing the deal with a specially hot professional baseball manager. I can’t stop the smirk that reveals itself.
“And what is that?” Cora, notices.
“What?” I say innocently, wiping the smirk off my face instantly. Like I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“That,” she motions toward my face. “You look… wait. You got laid! Tell me you got laid!”
I laugh. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh, that bad?”
I shake my head. “Quite the opposite.”
